Through countless days and nights of searching scripture and praying for guidance, I was led to believe (either by God or by my own folly) that something significant would occur on this date. I’d become one of those lunatics, but my prophecy didn’t include the end of the world or the return of Jesus Christ. My prophecy would mark the end of my world (my nightmare) with the return of a dead movie star.
I hope we are upon another awakening. A revolution. I hope the government is not as corrupt as I fear. A conspiracy. I hope God, in whatever sense of the word, really exists. A reason. I hope we are upon another realization. A vision.
This is a prayer for you my stranger friend, I love what you had to give. Sadly I relate to a tragic end, for it could have been me as much as anyone; it could have been me but it had to be you.
I seem to find new stuff every time I review this screenshot. On the second tree from the Stand By Me forest, I discovered yet another cartoon caricature. I’ve labeled him the green man. From bottom to top, we have the rat or mouse, the gift-bearing cat, the child with the blue mask, and … Continue reading The Forest: Revisited
December 2015 You say you want a revolution? Fine. I’ll lay it all out and hope to God they don’t come after me. Speaking of God, I know you’re not Him. I know you’re not The Truth, you just supply me with it sometimes, but I would have found it on my own eventually. It. … Continue reading Revolution Zero
It happened all at once. It happened gradually. When the rains came with the winds of unease, they stood tall, freeing themselves from the burden of want or care. When they stormed her shores charging full-speed ahead, they waved stolen feathers from a peace dove. When they sang a mantra of liberty and good will, … Continue reading Just Before Midnight
“Got everythin’ yuh need, Paige. Even set duh clock back half an hour, give yuh more time, but don’t shake your own hand. I’m guessin’ it’s against duh rules.” Justin and Allison gathered around Paige as Vincent removed his jacket and covered up the female clone. Picking up the jammed revolver, he checked the chamber … Continue reading Feed Duh Fire
Gabriel ain’t supposed to die. She couldn’t get the words out of her head. The woman in the red dress petrified her, but for a split second she looked beyond fear and saw something. The dream, the dark club, the green army coat, the forbidden trunk in the attic—she discovered a crease on the face … Continue reading The Award
You keep waiting and it finally comes, in unfamiliar territory, you find the strangest doors. If I ever have a love of my own, I hope he looks and acts and dreams exactly like you. Tainted throwbacks sporting suntanned rings, I hope I have the pleasure of taking first. Coupled misery and faded passion monopolize … Continue reading Widows of Phantom Brides
The Apple and the birdcage 